It was also evident that the altitude was swiftly draining Lestor's strength. His body was trembling, his chest heaving for breath. Over his time with Arhan’s people, he had acclimated to their lands, but this was something else again, far, far higher than where they lived.
The king was quite sure that pure stubbornness was keeping the southern man on his feet. How he had not collapsed with the combination of stress and altitude…
Arhan knew full well that they would never have been able to send him back. Even now, he seemed to feel Arhan’s gaze upon him and turned to meet his stare, grim defiance in every line.
Arhan watched him for a few tense moments, gauging his fitness to continue, before nodding slowly, reluctantly.
Lucia would never forgive him if something happened to her lover
